The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 73 The Second Coming of the Gospel

Chapter 73: Chapter 73 The Second Coming of the Gospel

In the center of the storage room stood a dark brown high-backed chair.

Various pipelines were connected to it, and there were restraints made of cowhide both above and below.

The most conspicuous was the iron headband on top, exactly like the one Liu Zheng had seen in a movie.

He looked at the chair, then at Red Ghost.

No matter how much he talks up a storm today, this is also an electric chair.

"It is indeed an electric chair,"

admitted Red Ghost.

"Heh."

Liu Zheng wore an expression as if to say he knew there were traitors out to get him.

"But, it’s also a generator at the same time."

Red Ghost added.

"How does it generate?"

"See those buttons?"

Red Ghost pointed to the table in front of the chair with three buttons on it.

Liu Zheng was familiar with this thing.

Typically, execution by electricity is carried out by more than three people.

Each person would control a button, and then press it simultaneously at the end of a countdown, with only one button actually connecting to the electrodes.

It’s said that this was to relieve the executioner’s psychological burden, because it wasn’t clear if they were really the ones who executed the person.

The first time Liu Zheng heard of it, he thought the practice was absurdly redundant.

Latter on, as he has been working longer and learned more about historical knowledge, he thought there was some sense to it.

After all, in the era when the electric chair was invented, the criminal laws of different countries were quite wild, or there were no laws at all.

And those who carried out the death penalty were not necessarily cold-blooded butchers, but might just be workers driven to desperation.

"The one on the left is pain, the middle one is joy, the right one is fear,"

"When I press a button, you will relive the memories associated with that emotion in your mind."

"The more intense the emotion generated, the more electricity is produced,"

explained Red Ghost.

"What does this have to do with human flesh?"

"The more electricity produced, the more ’flesh’ it consumes,"

said Red Ghost.

So this is where the law of conservation of energy plays, huh?

"How do I know I won’t become a husk?"

Liu Zheng expressed his skepticism.

"The generator’s conversion rate is very high; it is not possible for a normal person to use up that much ’flesh.’

"I don’t trust you."

He said bluntly.

In this bizarre world, he didn’t believe in real good people.

Even if Red Ghost seemed friendly, Liu Zheng would not put his life in its hands.

"Then would adding these be enough for you?"

Red Ghost waved its hand, and several cans flew out of the corner of the storage room, hovering in front of Liu Zheng.

"Name: Expired Single Soldier Emergency Rations"

"Type: Prop"

"Quality: Inferior"

"Effect one: Automatically used after becoming a ’husk,’ to complement a moderate amount of depletion."

"Effect two: Certain to obtain ’poisoned’ status, effects cumulative"

"Note: When a soldier knows that the punishment for retreating is eating a month’s worth of single soldier rations, he launches a valiant attack against the enemy armor."

"Can be taken out of the instance: No"

Liu Zheng hesitated at effect two.

Certain to obtain "poisoned" status, and it’s cumulative.

If it’s a neurotoxin, he might not really be able to withstand it.

"If you’re unwilling to help, I won’t force you, but then you won’t be able to leave the sewer,"

said Red Ghost.

"The sewer can’t possibly go berserk forever."

"But you don’t have the time to wait for its rage to subside, do you? Deliveryman from Bloody Restaurant."

Red Ghost said lightly.

"You’re right."

Liu Zheng shrugged his shoulders and sat down in front of the electric chair.

The iron headband automatically lowered and fastened onto his bald head.

"Aren’t you going to use the restraints?"

He asked proactively.

"There’s no need for that. I said I won’t force you,"

said Red Ghost.

"Then you’re quite a decent person."

Liu Zheng sneered.

"I think so too. Which one should I press?"

Red Ghost asked.

"Whatever."

He didn’t even know which of his memories were more abundant.

"Let’s try happiness first then."

Red Ghost pressed the middle button.

Liu Zheng’s eyes widened immediately.

Memories of the past kept surfacing before him, even those from when he was two or three years old were dug up.

"Turns out I’ve been this bad since I was little."

Liu Zheng felt somewhat proud.

In the memories, he stood with his legs apart and urinated on the face of the person holding him.

Liu Zheng didn’t know who that person was, but he knew he was very happy.

The memories quickly moved to more recent times, to when he wrote his wishes on the gambling agreement.

"That’s enough."

Red Ghost’s voice sounded, and Liu Zheng awoke from his hallucination.

"Your happiness is too scarce, not even one hour’s worth of electricity."

Red Ghost shook his head.

"Well, sorry about that."

He said carelessly.

To expect him, a mule from the kneeling tribe who had contracted a terminal illness, to have much happiness, was rather unnecessary.

"Let’s try suffering then."

Red Ghost said as he reached for the left button.

"I think you should try fear."

Liu Zheng suggested.

His life might not have had much happiness, but pain was also not a word to describe it.

After all, he had food, drink, and work; there were plenty of ways to comfort himself.

More often, he just felt numb.

Fear, on the other hand, he had experienced quite a bit of since entering this world.

It was merely suppressed by Liu Zheng’s strong will to survive.

"That works too."

Red Ghost agreed readily.

The button representing fear was slowly pressed.

In that instant, all of Liu Zheng’s thoughts were emptied.

There was nothing before his eyes, and nothing in his heart.

All he could hear was that eternal Gospel.

"Hallelujah! Shabu Nicholas!"

"The Black Mountain Goat that begets thousands of offspring!"

This time, Liu Zheng finally understood the meaning of those voices.

As the non-human part of him felt extreme joy,

his human part experienced a fear that went beyond fear itself.

Intense flashes of electricity lit up the storage room in an instant, and the strong current turned the iron hoops red-hot.

All the individual emergency rations opened automatically, and chunks of half-rotted meat scrambled to enter Liu Zheng’s mouth.

"Expired individual emergency rations utilized."

"You have received ’poisoned status’."

...

System prompts kept ringing out, penetrating the Gospel to reach his mind.

But Liu Zheng was unable to respond.

His body was rapidly transforming, all the human-like traits were being remodeled.

"So you’ve heard the Gospel."

The development of events exceeded Red Ghost’s expectations.

It was special, its perspective different from the other inhabitants of this world.

Because of this, it had a unique solution for this situation.

Red Ghost raised both hands, and a red rifle appeared in its grip.

"Ura!"

Red Ghost shouted a battle cry as it pulled the trigger toward Liu Zheng.

Countless bullets poured out in an instant, riddling him with holes.

The wounds quickly healed, but the body’s remodeling process also slowed.

But slowing down was not stopping, and Liu Zheng was still steadily transforming into the image His beloved one.

"God is dead, and so should you be."

Seeing this, Red Ghost said coldly.

The next second, a tank appeared out of thin air in the storage room.

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